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Ain't That America XXIX ...

I have decided to simplify the “Ain’t That America” posts by giving you what amounts to a headline, along with my personal thoughts about said headline. It’s quicker for me to post a few bullet points and quicker for y’all to read, so let’s go …

What better way to get the media and your enemies to stop talking about you raping girls on a tropical island than by invading another country.

Remember when the GOP went after Putin for invading Ukraine without cause but stayed silent when America raided Venezuela for the same reason last week? It’s not drugs or terrorism; it’s oil and money and greed.

If you needed proof that former news network SeeBS has flipped to the MAGAt side, note that the White House gave them the scoop on the illegal attack on Venezuela.

Candace Owens says it was the Jews who orchestrated the attack on Venezuela because Candace is an anti-Semitic lunatic.

Cankles now says the US will “run” Venezuela. Funny, because he is running America into the ground so I guess we can see the future of Venezuela.

Miss Lindsey Graham pulled her head out of Cankles’ ass long enough to call the attack on Venezuela “amazing”  and says Cuba should be next.

Pammy Jo Bondi praised Cankles for his “courage” in sitting in the White House and ordering American military men and women to put their lives on the line in Venezuela while he stuffed his gullet with McDonalds.

Senator Tim Kaine says he will force a Senate vote on Cankles war powers, though the GOP—still Carrying Cankles’ water—will fight that.

Most of the world has denounced America—and Cankles—for the attack; that ain’t America when most of the world comes for us.

One MAGAt Republican Thomas Massie claims Cankles’ threat to Iran is just like Venezuela: it’s about oil and money. One smart Republican who isn’t afraid to speak the truth.

It seems that both Cankles and the Couchfucker claim the attack on Venezuela was because they had “stolen” our oil with no explanation of how it was done … maybe it was that giant invisible pipeline Venezuela built in Alaska to funnel oil to South America when no one was watching?

The Wall Street Journal poked Cankles for going TACO on another round of tariffs.

The Democrats vow to campaign on the expired Obamacare subsidies and the idea that a great many Americans will see their health care insurance rates triple, but, hey, there’s oil to be had in Venezuela.

Tommy Tuberville, GOP clown, and many in that party, melted down over NYC Mayor Zohran Mamdani taking the oath of office on the Quran. Funny they had no trouble with a rapist, pussy grabbing pedophile swearing on the Bible.

Cankles says White House doctors say he’s in “perfect health” which explains the near constant medical procedures, the MRIs and the rotting flesh on both his hands, as well as those elephant ankles.

And Lastly, because this is funny and stupid and scary and all the things, but Chief Justice of the Supreme Court John Roberts is now calling for judicial impartiality. It’s kinda late, you traitorous prick.

And now you know, so … 

Bobservations

Last Friday Carlos had a couple of translations in Magistrate Court in Lancaster and so my job was to Uber him up there, a task he described as romantic: driving up a two-lane highway to Lancaster South Carolina in the rain does not really strike me as romantic, but off we went.

The first case, the litigants never showed; the second case the litigants were given the chance to resolve their dispute without the judge and they did just that. So, while Carlos did get paid, he did no actual translations at all and as the judge was signing the paperwork he asked Carlos if there was anything else he could do and my sweet husband said:

“You could buy me dinner.”

I asked to spend the weekend in lockup out of embarrassment.

Seriously, though, the judge thought it funny.

This Tuxedo Says is from July 2021 …

Speaking of Tuxedo, he really likes humans, but he definitely doesn’t understand y’all …

Before anyone talks about “bombing fishing boats” or “stopping fentanyl from Venezuela,” here are the actual facts:

The closest point between Venezuela and the United States is 1,073 miles. That’s over a thousand miles of open ocean. A typical fishing boat would need 6–12 full tanks of fuel to even attempt that trip. It’s not a realistic trafficking route—it’s not even physically practical.

But the kicker is that virtually no fentanyl comes from Venezuela so why are we shooting boats out of the water and killing people? The idea that Venezuelan fishing boats are flooding the U.S. with fentanyl is not only just wrong—it’s physically impossible.

If we want to solve the fentanyl crisis, we have to start with facts, not myths.

This is a post about The Football, kind of, though, since it’s my blog it morphs into “Look!!! Hot Guy!!”

Last week Los Angeles Chargers quarterback Justin Herbert broke his left hand in a game  and a fan posted a photo of Herbert at practice wearing a protective glove, but it wasn’t the glove the readers were talking about:

“I’m not gay but that man is an absolute hotboy and I will fight anyone that disagrees.”

“I AM gay and I concur.”

I also concur. Even Chargers coach Jim Harbaugh can’t contain his man-crush on Herbert:

“There’s not one gene in his body I wouldn’t like immediately trade.”

Again, I concur. But there were more comments, like this one dubbed BoltBack Mountain:

“I’m not homosexual but I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with Justin Herbert. We won’t ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the kitchen window watching him tighten his ass as he chops wood, shirtless, sweat pouring off his body. I’ll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to Justin. I won’t be able to climax and I’ll eventually go back downstairs, angry. Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other’s eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to what we were doing. One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin. Then he’ll go inside, pen a brief missive to his departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without his one true platonic love.”

Give me a minute, for some reason it got very hot in the house. Okay, here are some more comments:

“I’m not homosexual, Justin and I ... it’s different. It’s like ancient Greece, so like marble stuff all over. Pillars and like marble baths. Togas. He just kind of holds me, ya know? I have a wicker basket of grapes and I delicately offer him one grape at a time. Maybe he does a brief squeeze and giggles before feeding me a plump, juicy grape. Nothing sexual. No homo. Just the safety, the security of holding each other, nourishing one another with lush, purple, plump grapes.”

And the most amazing thing about this thread was that people played along with the spirit and didn’t post anything homophobic or rude; it was just a fun, albeit mighty hot, time:

“This whole thread could be compiled into a woman’s (or man’s, not that there’s anything wrong with that) erotic novel and probably be fairly successful. Even with that picture as the cover. Imagine seeing it on mee maw’s bedside table amongst the hard candies. As you gasp in awe of grandmas superb taste, she sees you, winks and whispers ‘bolt up.'”

As for the game itself, the Chargers expect Herbert to try and play. If so, fans watching ESPN and ABC can see what all the fuss is about.

And it's all about one very hot man in tight pants playing some kind of sportsball.

Now, on the flip side … Vice President CouchFucker has social media users cringing after telling a story about Cankles wanting to give him a new pair of shoes because JD’s were "sh***y shoes":

“Today I'm in the Oval Office with the President and … we're talking about something really important. The President kind of holds up his hand and says, ‘no, no, no, hold on a second. There's something much more important. Shoes.’ He peers over the Resolute desk and he says … JD, you …have sh***y shoes. He goes out and grabs a catalog … And he actually runs us through this incredible shoe catalog. The President is gifting us with… shoes.”

JD then tells Cankles that he wears a size 13:

"The President leans back in his chair and says, you know you can tell a lot about a man by his shoe size.”

And this is what happens when Cankles and the CouchFucker are in the Oval Office talking about “something” important … dick size. This is the clusterfuck in charge, these little dicked men.

The Reverend Stephen Josama of St. Susanna Parish in Dedham, Massachusetts is once again using the church’s Nativity scene to comment on the state of America in 2025. He fitted this year’s Nativity with a sign that reads: “ICE was Here” in place of the traditional figures and Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

In year’s past he used the Nativity to comment on climate change and gun control and, in 2018, during Cankles first attack on immigrants, put the Baby Jesus in a cage.

Nicely done, Rev

Andrea Denver is an Italian model, reality TV personality and entrepreneur known for his major modeling campaigns for Hugo Boss, Ralph Lauren, MAC Cosmetics and as co-founder of the sustainable clothing brand Son of Wind ; that’s a lot, but let’s boil it down to Would You Hit It?